Chapter 1795: The Horror

Wutai Mountain, the incense is vague and the tourists are everywhere.

Mount Wutai is located in the northeast of West China Province of China, affiliated to Wutai County, Xinzhou City, and 300 kilometers southwest from Taiyuan City, the capital of Shanxi Province. It is known as the four famous mountains of Buddhism in China, and is ranked first among the four famous mountains of Buddhism in China.

Wutai Mountain has 100 temples, 52 existing temples, forty inside the platform, and twelve outside the platform. Among them, most of them are imperially built temples, and most of them come to visit the emperor. The famous ones include Xiantong Temple, Tayuan Temple, Bodhisattva Pin, Nanshan Temple, Dailuo Pin, Guangji Temple, Wanfo Pavilion, etc.

It is precisely because of its special status and Buddhist atmosphere that although eight days have passed since the best time for incense burning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, it does not prevent the crowds of people coming and going from coming and going to the Wutai Mountain Bike. Qiao Bushen, Zhao Heng, Ximen Qing, and an old woman in red also stood in front of the Buddha statues, burning incense devoutly one by one.

Zhao Heng is rare to burn incense and kneel down, but as long as he can make Qiao Budhi happy, Zhao Heng did not hesitate to perform a ritual, so Qiao Budhi, who gave his soul a support, was quite pleased. He patted Zhao Heng and Ximen Qing's bodies more than once and sighed: He, Qiao, has two grandchildren, and his husband has no desire.

When Zhao Heng expressed his endless filial piety to Qiao Budhi, he was also surprised at the old woman in red kneeling on the ground, because the piety that the latter showed when bowing was aroused by a respectful feeling. Every bowing was full of all, his head was pounding on the floor, and there was no moisture at all.

Zhao Heng stood beside Qiao Bushen: "She has a wish?"

Although Zhao Heng did not know much about the old woman in red, he knew her loyalty to her grandfather. His deep feelings for Qiao Budhi came from the bottom of his heart. He also regarded the old woman in red as a relative. So when he saw that she had something to ask for the Buddha, Zhao Heng couldn't help asking questions.

Qiao Budhi glanced at Zhao Heng's observation, and then he spoke softly: "Who has nothing to do in his heart these days? Yes, she does have something to ask for. She is a poor person. Her husband died young. She was driven out of the house by her husband's family and was separated from her son for many years."

At this time, Ximen Qing also happened to come over after receiving the incense and oil money. Hearing this, there was a trace of unconcealed pity: "Every time I see her, I feel that she is a miserable person. There must be a miserable story behind her, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable. Do she want to take revenge or find someone?"

Qiao Budding sat back in the wheelchair and replied clearly: "She has followed me for many years. She has taken a lot of things lightly after eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name. She even knows when the revenge will be revenge. So she has no hatred in her heart, and she doesn't want to seek revenge on her husband's family. She just wants to recognize her own children."

Zhao Heng and Ximen Qing spoke together: "Recognize your child?"

Qiao Buddy looked at the old woman in red who was still bowing devoutly in the distance, and her wrinkles were undulating with distress: "If I tell you, she is not seventy, sixty, or fifty-forty, but thirty-seven years old in her prime, do you believe it?"

Zhao Heng and Ximen Qing were shocked again and said, "Thirty-seven years old?" The shock on their faces was clearly visible. Looking at the old woman in red, the wrinkles like a tree, and the hunched back, it was difficult to connect her to the thirty-seven-year-old woman.

Ximen Qing's mouth touched: "Grandpa, this is impossible, right?"

Zhao Heng also frowned: "How come she ages like this?" The difference between her real age and appearance is really huge. There should always be reasons why she has accelerated her aging. A hint of pain appeared on Qiao Buhe's face, and then his eyes leapt over the old woman in red, fell to the Buddha and spit out two words: "Missing!"

Ximen Qing and Zhao Heng didn't say anything else. They both understood these two words, as well as the pain and entanglement contained in it. When Qiao Budhi saw the two of them silently, he smiled and said, "Zhao Heng, what is your wish in front of the Buddha? You shouldn't have taken down Yingxiong Hua with your own hands?"

"Glory and wealth, with many wives and concubines!"

Zhao Heng raised a calm smile on his face and responded to the old man's question with a teasing voice: "Although I want to take Hua Yingxiong to show off, that guy is really hard to deal with. Listening to the analysis report from Da Jinyi, Hua Yingxiong's skills are comparable to Yue Jian. I will be beaten by him at any time when I make a head bird."

Speaking of this, he wiped off a trace of incense ash on the back of his hand: "I am fierce but I am not eager to die. So if I kill Hua Yingxiong, I should leave it to others for the show of the mighty thing. I won't take their credit. At most, when Hua Yingxiong dies, he will burn incense and worship."

Qiao Budhi laughed loudly when he heard this, as if he was very satisfied with Zhao Heng's attitude that was not about gains and losses. Then he spoke meaningfully: "Your grandfather has been staying in the capital since he came back from the desert, but this time he went to Huazhou for the sake of the old lady Jin. Aren't you curious about the relationship between them?"

"I won't intervene in the older generation's world."

Zhao Heng smiled bitterly: "What's more, old friends are not a bad thing to get together!" In fact, Zhao Heng was not very willing to go to Huazhou, but he believed that the old man was responsible for his work. In addition, Da Jinyi also told Uncle Feng to follow him secretly, Zhao Heng stopped advising Zhao Dingtian after much thought.

"Catch the thief! Catch the thief!"

Just as Zhao Heng and Ximen Qing were thinking about helping the woman in red find her child, an extremely discordant scream passed through everyone's ears, which also made a pilgrim who showed sincerity to the Buddha stunned. Then they stopped their hands and looked at the source of the sound, wanting to peek at what happened.

Zhao Heng looked up and saw a burly man holding a handbag in his hand. He was running towards the Buddhist temple here in a panic. A young woman behind him was panting and shouting. It was not easy for a thief to escape from the crowded Buddhist holy land.

Anyone with a sense of justice, even if he stretches his legs, he is enough to trip the thief. He has no choice but to do anything to him. The pilgrims who are hanging high not only did not stop the burly man, but instead made a broad road to chase them. They are watching the development of the situation.

At this moment, everyone completely forgot that the Buddha was watching them perform high above, and several monks frowned slightly to block them, but they had no choice but to be pampered and elegant, and the pace of making a living was difficult to compare with the other party's pace of making a living, so they sighed and the other party and the victim were dozens of meters away.

Zhao Heng sighed inwardly: The world is going down!

He took a step forward and stood in front of Qiao Bushi to avoid any accidents. Then he leaned over and picked up a futon, slammed his right hand, and shot it out, accurately hitting the burly man's right leg knee. The latter's right leg became weak, and his entire center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground.

He wanted to get up but his knees were painful. He gritted his teeth and just supported half of his body. He grabbed the handbag with his right hand. Zhao Heng had already grabbed a sandalwood as big as a thumb in the incense burner, and stepped up the handbag with one arrow, and at the same time, he pointed the burning sandalwood on the back of the other party's hand:

"Brother, you started working on the ninth day of the lunar month? So dedicated?"

The burly man's back of his hand was burned by sandalwood. He with a whimper, he retracted his hand and fell back to the ground with unbearable pain. Then he found that it was a young boy who stopped him from getting rich. He couldn't help but be furious. There are still people who meddled with other people these days. How could he have a long memory without giving him some lessons?

So he pulled out a dagger from his waist, flashing with a cold and bloodthirsty light. The burly man pulled out a knife flower, showing that he was an old fry. When the pilgrims around him subconsciously retreated, he shouted sternly: "Boy, how dare you care about your affairs, are you looking for death?"

"I'm rude to Brother Heng?"

Seeing the burly man robbing him in broad daylight, or on the land of West China, a cold light flashed through Ximen Qing's eyes. His fat fingers were slightly tightened, and his finger joints suddenly snapped. The burly man seemed to feel Ximen Qing's hostility, and his anger became even stronger.

Today, he hit a ghost, and so many brave people appeared. If one or two were not abandoned, how could he do it in the future? So he shouted and waved his sword to scare Zhao Heng, and then he slid and hit Ximen Qing, with a dagger in his hand stabbing the latter's abdomen, obviously he wanted to give him some blood.

"Bang!"

Before his dagger could stab Ximen Qing, a red figure came from far away and was as fast as a tiny inch. The woman in red suddenly stepped across the street in front of Ximen Qing. Her left hand directly poked out and grabbed the sharp dagger, and then grabbed the other person's throat with her right hand, with a strong murderous aura!

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